#Chapter 249: The Night Before

Ava The gentle purr of the boat’s engine and the lapping of the dark water against the hull were the only sounds breaking the eerie silence of the night. I shivered, drawing Chris’s coat tighter around my shoulders. The air was crisp and breezy tonight, cooler than it had been as of late. “Are you cold?” Chris asked, glancing at me over his shoulder. I nodded, moving to stand beside him at the wheel. “A little. How much longer?” Chris’s eyes scanned the horizon, his knuckles tightening around the steering wheel. “We’re almost there. Maybe another half hour or so.” We had been on the boat for several hours now, our journey taking us far from the familiar shores of Moonstone. First, we had headed all the way to the center of the strait separating the human and werewolf continents; to outsiders or anyone watching, it looked as though we were headed toward the human cities. And then, once we were certain we couldn’t be seen by prying eyes, we switched b